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The walls of the Prison were covered in lichen. An open window faced out onto the Wetlands, rather than the snowy peaks of Loch Modan. A Dwarvern Guard stopped in front of a cell, and knocked at the Hatch. He wore traditional Dwarvern Guard armour, and had a hatchet and shield at hand.
"Rise and shine, laddy! Day of yer trial looms in! Want a Lawyer? Got anyone yer want as one? Note, yer ol' buddy Branos is no longer the oppostion, but now is the Co-defendent. His command has been questioned by the Three hammers. Do you also want a representative from the Argeat Dawn? Are you listening? Kaladrian!" He bellowed. He shook his head. "Well, I'll come round later, with yer breakfast. When that happens, I hope tae see yer wide awake and ready tae go!" He walked on a cell, and knocked on a door.
"Miss, yer needed as a witness. Do yer wanna concur do this? Or shall I bring a squad tae bring yer out?" He smiled.

A few hundred meters away, in a House, under the watch of the Guard, Branos slept, or merely dosed, waiting for morning. A knock on his door woke him. He got up, and went to the door, though it was early. He was still in full armour.
"Aye? What is it?" He said.
"Yer lawyer, Thane!" The Guard outside rasped. A Dwarf in robes came in, and say down opposite him.
"Where to begin?" He said, smiling.

A few meters on, a small poster was pinned.
"Jury duty, members of the Alliance within the city for the past three weeks are called into account, please watch the post..."
Various members of the Public would be called up to judge the accused.
(This is where people who were not in past threads come in. Do not worry, this is not going to be the whole thread. I have planned it out, but not too thorougly. I have not discussed it further as it would ruin it. See you soon!)

((Will I be able to bring Secilia in?, you know? Zenera's love interest))

The Girl was nothing short of unresponseive. She was in for no crime but faith a faith for which she had destroyed herself. The Feeling was , for lack of better words, ever-oppressing. The self-imposed damning before the light.

She struck down a Saint from the planet, chained now like an imprisoned old god, and contained her within an amulet. The idea dwelled within her despite the fact she held no fault in her default but she had become convinced and when she spoke of it she used words of self-indignation

The Words she used in her time in this prison were not careful. She tempted everything, death ,she thought now, Called to her like like the aged of a short lived race.

A race for which she was a part of, her mouth would move but to her the notes that played were that of a chorus of Gnolls. Her though was genuine aged, the voice became croaked and rasped.
It was sad to hear it really, the smooth voice of one young woman now, not through age but weariness, had become so abrasive to the ears not prepared.

Was it that she refused to eat properly? They fed her in the dark cell. The scraps that were strewn accross the floor would say that she ate little, the Red robes drooped around her so loose that it might have been borrowed from a much larger woman.

She was thin though, weak, frails. the food she refused to eat at large had made her bone worryingly easy to see.

(( Talk about damn exposition on her damned depression.))

...............

The Clatter of the cheering crowd echoed through the arena of Ironforge as the final survivors of ths entire nightmare were wheeled through a crowd of simultaensously Angry and excited dwarves, humans, Gnomes and Night elves.

Tossing at them all manner of disgusting items, the peels of 4 days old Carrots, the month old eggs of Dun morough chickens and the rotting mutton. The gather smell of the wretched mess was unbareable, some of the captive on there knees wretching there own stomach for they had nothing in it.

A woman swished her way through the crowd following the cart, watching for some she was looking for a single prisoner. The few that could find her eyes broke contact immediately as if an anger immediately

She stood outside the prisons and they despised her for it.

The Woman was dissapointed, the one she looked for was not there. So, her final option was to be seated within the trials pews, there with vague hope she would see her in the pack of furious dwarves and other races.

The trial to her was nothing but show, a dance to appeaase an angered populace for which existed anger because a chaos in the leadership strained at the patience of the people.

She found herself vindicated with the displays that rang in the sky that one could buy tickets to this trial. She found herself in a queue to a counter, a dozen people giddy to get it.
Never amused by the tribulations of politics , she remained hidden behind her hood clipped to the plain robes she wore. She stood unremarkable in this crowd asides from the barely seen hints of some ritualistic markings on her left hand.

Beneath her hoad, Her face was covered in a mix of facial tatoos, black & purple like a damned scourge cultist but it was too mixed with red makeup. It was still unseen behind the shadows of her hood.

((oh who? who? who? is that?....you can probably tell if you did the Dominio: sacred order....ORP))

((I post when i can! Sorry :c I'll do it tomorow, is too late to me))

The dwarf belowed his commands, words that would chill down any emotion. But he had no reply. So, he left. The guard knew that he couldn't wait anything from him.
Him. Kal, after the departure of the guard, slowly lift himself from the bed, still dazed by the morning (or afternoon?) events. He sits up on his improvised bed, and sighs deeply in discontent.
Months passed. Yet, was like yesterday that he was taken to this claustrophobic cell. All because he may have made the wrong choice. And for what? To avoid a war? No. To stop a slaughter. He may have given the tools to another murder, but he trust his heart on her, that she will keep it safe.
He look forward, noticing the new guards that await for the right time to take him to trial. At the moment, it doesn't concern him. What does, is who's in the next cell. Zenera. The young woman, marked as 'witch' by her own sisterhood, was arrested near to him. She was his company, his friend during this months. He chat with her, laugh with her. Altough, weeks passed, and things seemed to get worse to her. The guards spit and complain she don't eat. If she keep like it, he knows she will die by starvation.
"Listen." He tries to reach her once more. She's been quiet lately, something that made him even more concerned. "Whatever will happen, i'm sure you will be safe. I am the one who should be found guilty, for betraying the ones i sworn to protect." He can't understand if she replied or not. "I see... Then do me a small favour, please. If is like the guards say, that you stop eating for some reason... don't. You can't let yourself die. There's still people out there waiting for your return."
"Shut yer yapper, prisioner!" one of the guards shout at him, banging on the cell bars.

Kal compy. He just nod at the guard and sigh.
"Light, this humble follower requires your assistance. Forgive the ones who will hurt me today, for they can be my saviors tomorow. Guide them to a path of enlightment, where they can see things trough my eyes." he looks at the wall, where is supposted to be Zen's cell on the other side. "And, protect the ones in doubt. They, more than me, need Your divine support."

"I said SHUT UP!! Or ye wan'us ta do it by yerself?!?"

Kal stare at the guard for a second, before he lower his head, frowning.
This will be a interesting evening, he thinks.

The Captain of the Guard strode up to the cell, knocked, and bellowed.
"Yer lawyer, should yer want. He is a follower of the light, and is anxious to help yer...his name is Grember Kindeye..." He opened the door and a Dwarf came in, and sat down.
"Now now now...let's see...you are charged with cowardise, deliberate disobeying of orders...and treachery. May the Light have mercy on yer soul, lad...to start, dijjer do it? Then, why, or how do you prove you did not? And what is in yer favor. But before that...you realise,should it prove true, your actions have devastated both the Ebon Withering and the Sacred Order. If ye had not done what yer did, the war would have ended, and more people would have lived. Some say that yer did it to avoid slaughter, others because you had hatred for the Dwarves. These are merely rumours, aye?" The Dwarf looked at him under his bushy eyebrows.
The Captain was at the door way.
"Save yer breath, Kindeye, yer words fall on deaf ears. He has not spoken to any of us since he got here, and he seems to think he was the better for it..."

Branos listened through the droning Questions, and answered them as truly as he could. He then stood up halfway through, and walked to the balcony, over looking the great forge. The Lawyer, a Dwarf called Tritus Goldhand, followed.
"What is it, yer Thaneship?" He said, kindly.
"Do yer ever hear something, almost on the edge of hearing? A dull sound. I do. It sounds like the voices of a thousand souls. My men...lie dead because of a man who I once considered my friend. Burnt by something he realesed, supposedly at least. Why should I ever pardon him? I can only hope my people decide correctly. We got rid of one monster, the other is in our cells." Branos cast his eyes down.
"Thorik...lead my men to the Halls of our Ancestors. You are freed from your curse, now revel in the eternal meadhall, should you reach it. You deserve it..." He muttered.
"Sir, you must meet with Kaladrian...political reasons...tomorrow?"
"If I must..."

Kindeye smiled.
"Do not worry, I can delay the time we meet our friend Branos...he has a foul temper, so I hear..." He patted Kalarian on the shoulder. "Anyone else you can call as a Witness?" He asked. "Last Question."

A Young Dwarf guard poked his head to the door of Zenara.
"Oi! Lass? Why did ye join the crusade? You think it is righteous, or summat?" He said, smiling. He was a new adult, just turned forty. He smiled warmly. "I hear they join cuz they hate all non-human life, but you dunnae seem the sort..."

Outside, a Crowd was formed.
A clerk came out.
"Go away! The trial isn't for some time! You will be told when it is on! And no! You can't meet the accused! Nor the Witnesses without them recognising you! Go away!" He bellowed. With a grumble, most of the Crowd left. This left Aerin behind, frowning.
"Where is Branos Stormpike?" She asked.
"No where you are to be conserned with!"
"But he is a witness!"
"Not anymore! HE is to be tried for competance in leadership, that may have lead many Dwarves to their Deaths!"
"What? Branos would never..." She shut her mouth, and turned to a Tattooed girl to her left.
"What do ye want?" She sneered. "To laugh at them? What are ye? A Cultist! Of with yer!" She stormed off.

((Kaladrian, you can send Kindeye away. Another will take his place, at your request.))

Guigon watched as Aerin walked of after sneering at a hooded girl.
'I dont blame her... Branos is a good leader no matter what other may think, hes only got bad luck on a misson....'
He reached down on his leg and scratched it, irritaded slightly by the clothes.
"Curse those suppliers, if they could have hurried up then my armor would have been finished......and i would not had any need fer using these old pieces..."

Instead of his normal armor that he usually wore Guigon was clad in some old leather pants that reached him to the knees, and a leather jacket that was way to small for him.
His armor had taken a large beating after the battel agaist the scarlets, threatning to fall into pieces as soon as they arrived home, Guigon was forced to leave them in his fathers old blacksmith while he waited for a shipment of metal that he needed to repair the damage.

"But ofcourse the ship from Kalimdore is delayd due to heavy weather and pirates.....just my luck..." he mumbeled as he scratched his leg again, the old pieces of cloth was all he could find and the guards would not have liked it if his armor had fallen into pieces in the middel of a crowd, his hammer was allso in the blacksmith, it was also needing repair even if he feelt unportected.

"I just hope the supplies will arrive before the trial, i refuse to come there in these old pieces...what would people think of me?" he mumbeled as he peered towards the girl Aerin had "spooken" to.
'Who is she, and what is she doing here?'

Kaladrian voice echoed to her cell. Comfort, trust, care....All these things were things that Zenera felt she did not deserve. Kaladrians words though scattered was heard "that you stop eating for some reason... don't. You can't let yourself die. There's still people out there waiting for your return"

"Secilia" she murmured to herself as she now sat on that crusty bed, stained sheets with straw pillows. She was so lovely a sight she wished she could behold. Sit in a field, hold her, kiss her and maybe if she wanted it, love her.

But she knew in her heart that she didnt deserve. She caused all of these problems, she came and soon the problems began. She blamed her self for the attack, she blamed herself for her own weakness, she blames herself for damaging the pureness of secilia and she blamed herself for the loss of the bastion.

and finally with the words of Kaladrians prayers which echoed on her hollow emotional shell, she said to herself and to Kaladrian "this....is all my fault". There was a silence after his prayer occupied by only the sounds of dropping water, dropping in a solemn echo and pattern.

A time of misery passed and a dwarf arrived, shorter, less toned in discipline and muscle. She gave no eye contact, no indication she even was aware. The Drops continued till he poked his head throw the window and asked a question that at once was easy to answer but the disarray of her thoughts and emotions drew doubt on this.

"Oi! Lass? Why did ye join the crusade? You think it is righteous, or summat?" He said, smiling. He was a new adult, just turned forty. He smiled warmly. "I hear they join cuz they hate all non-human life, but you dunnae seem the sort..."

She would answer but it took a moment for her to come to an honest answer, there was no point to lies, no points to dishonesty, she was here and she would die here.

".....i ....never understood the hatred of the other races myself....neither did....." she thought again to Secilia, about to say her name but didnt, she wanted her to forget about her, this was her fault. she continued "it.... was cos ...... they didnt hate the first time i came.... some helped me ...i came to them and some saw me as a sister.... i felt like family to some....i was afraid from what i found, what happpened to me. the argents refused to help....the allaince...the druids and my own homelands...refused to help and i wandered the eastern plaguelands....finally the scarlets and they helped me and i wasnt anymore, i didnt fear what i could use"

She stared at the pattern she had cut into her hand so that might control the abilities

........

She stared at the pattern she had cut into her hand so that might control the abilities but a dwarf had cut her watching the purple colours and seared flesh.

He accused her of wanting to laugh at them, to be a cultist and no matter how she would want to strike him for such accusation,muscles clenching behind the robes inanger, she restrained herself and said in as calm as she could with the red lipstick one cold see "No, im just her to see that justice is done." there was a bitter and fecal taste to saying that but she tried to ignore it and moved away .

She pushed throughthe crowd and finally she came to the near front and looked down to her right hand, she held in her hand the ticket to the trial. Hopefully she could see her,the one she saught, maybe onelast time,maybe save her.

When she saw her, she would not enjoy it.

During the questions about his reason, Kal haven't said a word. he just stared blankly to the ground, frowning as he remembers the events.
Altough, as soon as Kindeye mentions Branos, Kal head lifts, as he hold the lawyer's arm.
"Wait. You mean the same Branos as i know, right? Why would he wants to see me? I tough he hated me."
There's a moment of silence.
"I can't explain what led me to do it. A fool idea, i can say. I seen something that wasn't real... But, i don't hate your kin, brother. I don't hate none of the parts involved during that tedious battle. I just..." He turn his sight to the ground. "I just did something stupid."

He keeps quiet for a while, letting Kindeye tell whatever he has to tell. After the lawyer finish his speech, Kal say this simple words.
"Can you prove them wrong?"
As expected, silence.
"Can you prove them i did something without full tought of it, that i regret ever done it, and that i can be saved from a worse fate?"

The Lawyer took a breath.
"You could be pardoned. We are at war, now more than ever..." He stood up. "Branos does not want to see you, unless it is to vent his anger. They wish to see if he was compromised by his hatred of you..." He turned around. "Dwarves do not forget, Kaladrian. We keep our grudges, and the only way to end it is if it is proved false, he dies or..." He took a deep breath. "he lodges his axe in yer sorry corpse." He looked back.
"And yes, I can "weaken the blow" if not stop it..." HE turned away. "Tell me? What officially made you turncloak? Was it infiltration? What was it?" He then stopped, and looked back.
"Lad, I know this is a bad place to apply pressure, but I need to know. If I go in with nothing to say, then you're going to be in deep trouble, especially should you choose to plead not-guilty," He stroked his beard.
"It's possible to plead guilty, then the blow will be lessened, especially if you have a good reason as to why you did it...and we have to have the joint interview, I'm afraid. The Thane wants it no more than you do..."

Goldhand left at noon. Branos looked into larder, picked out a keg, marked with a large B, and poured himself a pint. He had been brewing ale since he had died, finding his inability to get drunk a good foundation on which to improve the taste. He drank it, then looked out the window for a while. He murmured under his breath.
"All dead, because of one...but which one? Was it Kaladrian's treachery, or my inability to see it coming...never trust a Paladin in a fight against Paladins...." He muttered.

The Taste, it was now like the refuse of toilet and the ash of a kiln mixed itself in her mouth, it was horrendous. She tried to swallow away the taste but it didnt the taste was on the roof of her mouth.

Washing her mouth with, trailing her tongue accross the roof of her mouth to hopefully loosen the tadte, she then spat on the ground trying to cleanse but all but the Ashen add wasnt removed. The Taste remained. It was bitter, it was awful and oddly enough the taste was as if she tasted a broken heart.

A few moments passed and as she lay there in the dwarvern bed, all to short for her comfort, she contemplted the look on her face when she arrived. If the dwarves would really let her see her. There was nibberling feeling in the back of her mind that they would not.

But she cast it aside as nonsense, the paperwork was in order and there was no meetings scheduled for her. They would let her see her.

The Ram fur filled duvet was at least comfortable enough that one could rest beneath it without freezing but then again there was never a day that didnt go buy where ironforge was cold for long

"Tommorow then, and i see her" she thought to herself, It has been too long.

.......

The Coos of the crying woman now echoed throughout the prison, shivering there way through the metal bars to reach the ears of these the inmates, the crying woman now drowned out the various hummed waills of the other inmates who begged to either have a suffering end or be realeased.

There was neither for zenera. She had betrayed the sisterhood and the only family she ever had. the Tears flowing still down her face she stood and wearily called out to Kaladrina and said "Kal, im sorry for everything that caused....this is my fault, i should never have come to the crusade......im sorry"

Kaladriian had his response but Zenera ignored it to sit back down, She thought back to the moments she had with the crusade and the moments she wish she could have but she could no more.

the audible echo of the tearing of one long strip of linen could be heard.

she took this improv rope and wrapped it around her own neck and like a hangmans noose, strung it tight.

"My reason?" Kal ask. "A woman, that i had hope that would lead the sisterhood to safety. That would change history. I admit i had feelings for her, but it all changed when i seen her true colors. Scarlet. Faith and duty were more important to her, and the lack of a open mind made her and almost all her sisterhood take the wrong choice." He snickers. "Was i bewitched? No. I wasn't. I did it, thinking it would end a war. Instead, it agraved it. I did something wrong, and i know it. And do i regret it? Not sure. In some way it open my eyes to the cruelty some are capable of. But, on the other hand, a new order born from this mistake, one less racist that, altough its diferences, still look forward to help."

There's a voice in his head that ask him if he's doing the right thing. For long his powers were reduced, caused by the fear of his consequences, the regret of what he did.

"I came in as a infiltrated agent, of some sort. My first objective was just convince them to down their weapons and seek peace. I failed there, and instead of act rationally and go back, i decided in try change their ways from inside. Unfortunelly, that was the start of my problems, since the ones outside the walls seen me as a betrayer. I kept neutrality, and i have the slight idea of repeating that to both parts: Ebon Withering and Blood Roses. But my actions failed once more. The Scarlets only kept me free for helping them with the reincarnation and sanctification of the deceased Inquisitor Whitemane, of the Scarlet Monastery. And the Withering was getting unrest with my delay to report. There, i was branded as traitor."
Kal gives a moment of silence.
"When Karkov decided there was no more waiting, and the true battle started, i try to stop it, but was no use. The saint was lead to battle, and brought dead to a lot of good dwarves. On a desperate attempt, i looked for a way to stop her, and the only way i found was lock her up, on a talisman. Altough i, and all who helped me, were sucessful, my troubles hadn't ended. The Roses, without the support of the saint, started to struggle. And, to worsen things up, part of the order postponed the fight and retreated, abandoning the roses to reborn anew , with a new mind and purpose. At the end, i, as some of the others, were captured. I was a rag that time, stressed, fatigated, but without any burden in my mind."
He peers Kindeye before the dwarf go away. "I will plead myself guilty, for as part of the casualties were my fault."

Some time after the lawyer leave, When Kal was almost asleep, he hears Zen's coos, as her plead to him.
"You don't need to sorry, Zen. It wasn't your fault." he chuckle lowly. "You just did what you tough was right. You know... i think was mostly mine fault. The saint's reborn was the worst i could partake, i must say."
There's the sound of cloth tearing from her cell. Kal feels that something isn't right. "Zen? What are you doing?" He stands from his 'bed' and walk at the cell bars. "Zen? Zen, please respond. I'm getting worried now." He tries to look at the cell next to him (with help of a polished pewter cup, that he's been rinsing lately. He had to entertain himself, no?) just to see her wrap the improvised rope around her neck.
"Zen, no!"

The Light through the tunnels above shone down on to the cells, the clock that told the prisoners that each day began but Zenera.

Her Paling face, tinging to the lack of air, showed the dying woman, strangerling herself with the ragged piece of linen she tore from her clothes.
The Voice, if she tried to speak, would rasp and be quiet.

She still cried in all this,now only silent, The dropping of tears still happened and as she heard the two word beg of Kaladrian and all the words "Zen, No!" it only served for her to tighten the rope.

moments passed and slowly her vision began to dissapear. The Bliss of death seemed so close to her, blurring vision and with the air she had she said "find....secilia"
Perhaps her last words which she hoped that kaladrian hear.

And as the last ounce of breath finally vacated, the audible sound of her limp body falling to the ground echoed through the halls.

There was a silence, no wails .....no wind....nothing. There was nothing but the sun that beamed down onto her, Illuminating the numbers of the cloth she had strangled her self with.
It said "Prisoner 144-729-636"

......................

The Sun rose which the woman could not see but the dwarf, she hired to inform her when had come.....SHe had no sleep....the stone crushed any comfort.

The Dwarven smashed his fist into the dwarf and yelled "Oi, Lass....ere's yer alarmclock....whenever yer redy" She stood and on the marble desk she was provided in that inn was a golden libram attached to a steel chain.

She had not changed, Still in the robes she had collected the ticket to the trisl in.
And now she would visit her.
She opened the heavy Stone door and saw a brown haired, ginger bearded dwarf. His height of no interest, they were all about the same.

He asked "Ok Where to lass 'n' who ya seein?" sh looked down through her brown hood, the make up behind the hood more organised and refined. and said "Ironforge Prison, I have organised a meeting with a prisoner. Its Prisoner 144-729-636..."

He interupted her saying "Alright, lass...i git ya"

Kindeye shot back.
"There were no reports. None filed. Nothing. Not even a but your leave...nothing. That was not the reason...and there was something else, was there not? The Scarlets made you stay in order to complete the ritual, but what made you stay after that, when you could have returned. Why did you help in the ritual to bring out a monster! Who the hell did you think you are? A bloody hero! Going after some beutiful maiden you lost long ago. I am sorry, sir, but you acted beyond your station!" He sat down. Shaking his head. "I will be back tomorrow. I hope you are willing to comply then.
"You never sent any reports. It wasn't even filed. Branos was commanding officer, and you were insubordinate..." He said, quietly. "It's the treachery that is the question now...you meet Branos tomorrow at noon..." He left.

The Alarm bell rang out suddenly. The Guards ran to the cell, and looked at the dead girl.
"Oh...poor lass..." Said one of the guards.
"She was a scarlet, lad, she merely did our job fer us!" Another replied gruffly.Another guard ran to the next door, and entered to Kaladrians door.
"Lad, yer try at innocence just died. It's now down to rememnants of the Ebon Withering and Branos to provide the account..." He left. "Not much till dinner, lad...want some books? We're not all that bad...and we know what it's like to lose friends..." The Dwarf said, kindly.
"She's alive, you nit wit!" The Guard Captain bellowed. "She needs medical attention, and possibly a psychiatrist...take her to the infirmary..." The Guards did so.
"We have thousands of people like that, think that chocking yerself will kill you as soon as you pass out. The only way nooses work like that is if you give 'em the drop..." The Guard captain said.

"Waiter, Waiter!"

The voice echoed through the cells, A optimistic uplifting sound that seemingly clashed against the dark damp surroundings of the prison. The owner of the voice poked his hand through the bars of the cell, this time snapping his grey dead fingers in an attempt to gain the attention he wanted.

"For goodness sakes! Are you deaf?"

Of course the nearest guard wasn't hearing impaired, the look on his face more then enough information to deduce what he thought of this troublesome prisoner. This wasn't the first time Brian had done his best to aggravate his captors, in the short week he'd been here this kind of blatant taunting had earned him almost daily beatings, the violence seemingly doing very little to dampen his spirits. Today however was a little different, for today was the day of his death.... and this time it would probably stick.

"What do you want? Last wishes before your trial scum?"

Brian gave a small laugh, then feigned a little annoyance, wagging a half rotten finger through the bars, giving a little tut.

"I do! While I appreciate you deboning the merger scraps you've given me, I don't quite think you have the intelligence to understand this situation. It isn't hard. You're supposed to give me the tools for my escape, a piece of metal, or even a bone to pick the lock with, after which I make my daring escape. I don't quite think you're pulling your weight in this prisoner guard relationship."

The reaction wasn't quite the one the Forsaken was looking for, the guard instead taking a more sadistic smile on his face. "Your trial is today, as well as your execution. I've told the hangman to use an extra short rope, nice and slow."

The guard was right in this circumstance. The fact that a trial was even happening was less down to justice and more down to pleasing the crowds of people who wanted to see a 'evil' Forsaken tried and killed. The fact that he'd actually done the crime didn't help either.

"Good man! If I'm paying for this hanging deal I want the full experience, none of this messing around with broken necks. Finally we're getting somewhere."

Another look of anger from the guard, along with the urge to beat the insolent prisoner. However with its immanent death, it seemed rather a waste of energy, the Dwarf instead choosing to storm off.

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Exactly who the Forsaken was and why he was in this cell were both questions that could be answered just by looking at the smaller then average Forsaken. The way he seemed to naturally avoid being looked at, almost blending into the darkness without really trying. It told of the skills of espionage and assassination that he'd found so useful after his awakening in these hectic times. And then there was why he was here. In this case the saying 'don't judge a book by its cover, was literally wrong, as the story behind his imprisonment was practically written on his forehead, the letters deeply cut in a crude manner many years ago by an old blunt instrument to form the word MONSTER.

Although it was mostly common knowledge that the Forsaken had a habit of doing tests on the living, it was slightly less well known that this kind of behaviour was mutual. An entire year he'd spent in that cage, being pulled apart and put back together, every part of him prodded and taken to its limits to see exactly how it worked. Luckily he'd managed to escape, unlike so many others, but in a way he'd always been trapped by what happened. Revenge. He'd gone from a simple mercenary working for whoever gave the next coin to someone hell bent on destruction of those who'd done unspeakable things to him.

He had mostly been successful, And even then the last thing his latest target had seen was his face and the scarred words on Brians forehead. Of course his big mistake had been making an example of him, in the middle of the day, in plain view. Hugo had been the last of the most prominent faces he remembered, so in a way it had been worth it.

More time passed, more pacing and waiting, until a commotion broke out in the cell opposite from him. The whiny scarlet member had finally done herself in. "Thank god. Her constant complaining really put a downer on this fine establishment." He gave the girl another glance, skilled eyes noticing the steady small rises and falls of breathing, giving a exasperated sigh. "She didn't even do it properly. Amateur."

Zenera, her conciousness yet to return, was lifted from Linen and wool cloth stretcher and taken to the steel Rooms that were prison Infirmaries, High Walls and Dwarvern mason work wrought the sky above the great prison infirmary. Great Hammers carved into the ceilings and stretching briefly acrross it before being replaced by a second one.

The steel of a guards armour cut accross Zeneras fingers and there was proof she was alive, the tiny cut bleed, a heart pulsing through her, if barely.

Quickly lain on the bed at the far of the hall, a hall in shape over architecture not too dissimliair so that one could recognise the resembelance.

She was alive, it was all that they and ,she hoped , Kaladrian cared about but no doubt guards would watch her, watch her lest she try it once more.

......

The Woman arrived, her tattered brown robes, concealing the libram she brought with her. It was a hefty thing but it was a magnificent thing to look upon. Ancient for humans, it was a copy of the first books of the Light.

The dark corridor, enlightened by tiny wicker candle flames, followed down to the desk where a dwarvern woman. She was the registrar of the prison, she recorded who went in and who went out.

The human woman walked down the corridor, as she was shown to the prison, the dwarvern escort closely following. She approched the rough lass in the clothes ,that at a distant seemed clean and formal but the closer one came the less it was clean, of her trade.

Beneath the robe, she pulled, from a pocket inside it, a sheet of dirtied paper ,the copy of the paper she was handed so that one may visit a certain prisoner.

The dwarf snatched away the paper and poured over it with grease smudged hands and ink stained finger tips. slowly, she judged the paper, occassionally straining for eye contact with the woman before her. watched for tell tale signs of forgery.

The dwarvern girl, with the neutrality of a beurocrat, said "Prisoner 144-729-636....hmmmm.....Please hand all weapons or metallic objects that are not part of any armour to me and you will have them returned on your way out and that includes the libram"

The human pulled down her hood and revealed the blonde hair, roughened by frantic organisation and stressful waiting, and her painted face, purple amixed with red and orange. The metod was intricate and the quality showed.

The dwarf was hardly impressed "Nice ink, you should see the wildhammers......the intricacies are amazing". the human removed a mace, a staff of simple oak and a single blade strung along her belt.

The dwarf told her " and the libram too, dont forget..." the scarlet painted girl asked "I want to show it to the prisoner, is there no way i can bring it?" the dwarvern woman sighed and said "hand it here and ill take a look at it." and so the human did.

She looked at the gold strained pages of the giant book, beneath the smooth gold gilding, was a rough leather binding. she open the book and inside was fabulously reproduced pieces of art works, depicting scenes, like the prayers of some of the first practitioners of the light.

the pages continued on, filled with depictions of many glorious things, The dwarf was amazed but she looked to the human again with normal look of utter tediem and said "Well you've got yourself there somethin' interesting. I dont see any harm, go ahead."
Silently the woman took her libram back and with the chain attached she wrapped it round her shoulder.

"She's down the 3rd hall on the left.". The woman silently nodded and proceeded the dwarven escort understanding to simply stay put.
She traversed the darkcorridor, path lit by only the torches. She passed the 2nd corrdor and turned into the hallway.

Secilia came so close to where she was going.

(Kal, no doubt you remember secilia)

What had passed on her head? What made her want to kill herself? He questions himself constanly about it, sitting on a corner of the cell. He knew that the guards said she's fine. But, to want to kill herself... Its something hard to believe.

He hears another voice close. One rasped, worn. Altough, the words are more teasing than serious, something uncommon from the inmates.
Kal drag himself near the cell door, looking for that speaker. What he sees is a undead, that keeps talking alone. All started from when he teased the guards.
"You won't have a good stay if you keep doing that, my friend." Kal says out loud at the forsaken, so he can hear him. "At least you try to keep happy." He smiles. "Its good to find someone like you around here. So... Why were you locked here?"

He don't notice if the undead answer or not. Now, he looks for a hooded figure that passes close. There's... something in her way to move that he recognize. He let her come closer, so he can see her better.

(Bit late, post tomorrow.)

The woman walked with the most silent taps of the heels of her cloth shoes, a leather sole sc##%#@# tightly across the floor, coming closer and ever closer to the door for zenera. the light shone out barely of the portcullis of the window.

Secilia passed by cage after cage, prisoner after prisoner but one stood out, one human she knew all to well.

She turned her head only so lightly so that all that showed was her right eyes, a deep blue eyes stared straight at the prisoner, kaladrian. She then turned back to her journey and turned to Zeneras hold.

Slipping a key from pocket, she lifted the lock to the door and inserted the key, the lock clicked and she let it dropped to the ground with a thud. It echoed through the halls, the corridors and in the very hall that was meant to house zenera but that hall, it was empty

Nothing in presence other than that beams of light shining onto an empty floor. "wh...where is..." the shock now subsided replaced with a new emotion. Anger. And she knew exactly the direction it would take her.

Pivoting on her right heel ,she swung around, her cloak flaing itself high the beam of light strung along it.
Storming through the doorway, straight to the cell across from where she was. She could see him. His face and all.

she stood in front and struck her hands out to clasp the clothes ,that wrapped his body, and tried to slam his body against the bars.
The hood no longer hiding her face she pulled her head up and spoke, the feeling of contempt seething out in her words.

"Hello, kaladrian. You remember me ,dont you? zeneras little wench.....the woman whom she scarred with the damned powers that she brought with her to help us understand.....do you remember that?" If she grasped Kaladrian, she pulled even more tightly against the cells bars.
"Do you know how much she cried when i told her? ....On and on and on....you couldnt imagine that someone had so many tears in them..."

She pulled her hood down, all features shown. The ridge of her nose and the purple, red and orange of her facial art. the anger in her eyes acting as a shrowd for her real emotional state, the chaotic haze of desperation.... it was too long. Her hair was shagged in the medium straight locks of once clear gold they were.

they were no more, brown and gold mix, darkened by the laze of desperation and ill cleaning.
Secilia had no doubt that kaladrian had spoke in those moments but she didnt care. Slowly in that moment, the anger was waning ,the visual ticks fading until they replaced by the thing it was availing.

if she had clasped the cloth on his body, she pulled th cloth inside her fists, knuckles now pointing to the ceilings. A sparkerling formed in her eyes as she watched him.
She said what she wanted to say "where is she kaladrian?"

"That, my lady, Is for me to know and you not to find out...stop threatening the prisoner, he looks as if he's aboot tae wet his rags...what? This is a maximum security prison. One entrance, one exit. Tunnel yer way out and yer freeze to death..." The Chief Gaoler stood in the doorway, pausing briefly to take a bit out of an apple. He wore light armour, leather with Ironforge insignias carved in, and had a full brown beard. He looked young, but scars on his face gave tell-tale signs of experience in the field.
"Now, unless you want to end up in a cage next to the bugger, I suggest you carry on yer business... We're not taking any visitors to Witnesses or Suspects this close to the trial..." The Gaoler evidently thought he had the upper hand. He grinned.
"Oh, and thanks for shouting out yer connection with the lad..." He strode idly over to a large bell. His eyes were glinting with glee.
"Run..." He whispered. And he hit his hammer against the bell three times. The clang of Guards running to them was evident.
"RUN!" He bellowed, laughing. He then went to Kaladrian.
"Sorry about that, sir, nasty buisness, these nasty buggers who come to see their loved ones moved about suddenly get so dramatic...come on, lad. Yer meetin's come...need a shoulder?" He said, smiling.
(No Jail breaks before the trial...then we shall see...oh come on, it is a Prison in a Capital City, a Dwarven one no less. Of course there is going to be Guards.)

Branos stood in the meeting room, steel bars blocking him from the other side. He wondered.
This man is the reason three quarters of my men lie dead on the sand, stone and grass of that damned isle. Will he asked forgiveness? Try to justify himself? Will he try and make excuses...it will not be enough, if I have anything to do with it...
He looked towards a gnomish clock on the wall. Five minuits till then. He would have to compose himself, if he could not do so now, he could most certainly not do it before the trial. Goldhand stood nearby, tapping his foot. Branos was in full armour. It always puzzled Goldhand why, and when he asked, he merely said.
"Some feel comfortable in linen, or silk, or leather...I feel comfortable with the comforting weight of heavy plates on me, the sound of the metal on the stone floor..."

The anger resurfaced, her chance to find her love soon, the meeting and knowledge revoked from her once more. Her grip tightened as the hammer smashed against the bell. 1, tighter, 2, tighter,3, the grip was so strong that it ripped the cloth in her hands from kaladrians wears.

As Kaladrian dropped to the ground, Secilia cursed at the dwarf "Damn you, dwarf, damn you and this city" She raised her hood and Ran from this place, he bells still echoing.

The clanging of steel boots grew louder and louder. she needed to go.

She ran, the dwarvern guards seeing and trying to block her exit, slipping into the gaps she could see, runing along the corridors, dodging blades and blugeons.
She screamed as she ran "Zenera, if you can hear me...ill find you...i swear i will find you and you and i can be with each other again...i dont care how i just will find you."

As she finally slipped by the last guards, she turned the corner and bolted quickly down there.
As she entered the dwarvern registrar turned around to be met with the very book she was impressed by earlier.
It smashed against her, a crack her skull and knocking her out. As the registrar lay there she groaned in pain.

The human activated the switch behind her which sealed the internal of prison off. She signed her alias into record, grabbed her thing and switched the gates off, the guards gave chase once more down the corridors but secilia had escaped through the one entrance already.

As Secilia was leaving , however, she was briefly blinded by how bright the rest of ironforge was in comparison, enough time that the guards of ironforge began to close in. The steel and iron that the city was so proud slowly began to encapsulate her.

It seemed that a group of parties were spreading around the open areas of ironforge. Shifting from bar to bar. A mix of Dwarves, humans and Nightelves all.
As the guards slowly closed, a particularly drunken crowd closed in too, on secilias position.

A familair was heard as they approached, He screamed as they came to within spitting distance of the guards.
Secilia turned a full 360, staring at the long circle of guards. The lead of the guards appeared out from out all of them , a smug grin on his face and said 9 words "You know what i am going to say, lass"

The Dwarf however was promptly cut off as he was about to say something else with the familiar voice saying "hey, how bout this...." the drunken sounding man said....."100 pints 'a' stout for the guy who brings me the breastplate of a guard. another 50 for bringin me his axe swell"

A few dwarves looked around looking for a guard but soon an elf said "Shaye,ova there......" The crowd screamed in druken cheers as they charged the guards that circled secilia.

A chaos ensued, which secilia would have taken advantage of, and indeed she did, she leapt at the chance charging away as she ran for the inn..obscurely hidden in the rows of homes and buildings.

As she retrieved the key for the room, she rushed up the stairs and quickly changed, the brown robes were emptied and burned and all her clothes, stained by bodily sweat as they were were burned as well . The smudged make-up was washed off and she wet her hair and hoped that washing her hair might make up for him seeing her.

She breathed slowly and deeply, calming herself down, staring at the hung mirror in the washroom.

She stood utterly naked before the mirror, breast and nipple bare and hard. The stains on her body still obvious, the marks on her hand still bright. it was quiet, the room, the city oddly.....everything was quiet, she was alone with her thoughts.

Her hands were clasped to the sink tightly. She looked up to the mirror and stared at the mirrorr/ She hadnt looked at herself without the make up in along time, ir slowly reached her to her face and slowly stroked the skin, despite the dirt it was smooth. Why did she continue to wear that make up.
She had disavoed wearing it when she left them

Then the sound of three heavy smashed sounded against her door, three heavy gauntleted smashes.

She froze in the bathroom, had the guards found her?....A another 3 sounded and a voice was heard, it was a familiar voice,a she heard earlier , it said "BY THE LIGHT, SECILIA OPEN THE DOOR" She wrapped a towel around herself and placed a hand around it to hold it there.
She quickly walked in and opened the door "What are you doing here, come in" She let the tall human in. he said "You told me this was going to be simple, go in and visit and come out again, .....instead you go in and come out having alerted half of damned ironforge. you were lucky i managed to shuffle that together. hopefully next time this will go more smoothly"

There was a momentary pause and the human continued "What happened? and go get dressed" As secilia got deessed she stuttered in saying "She...she she wasnt there"